icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Center City, Philadelphia

I was just lounging around my apartment, with Ashley sitting next to me. Carter was at practice and she said that she didn't feel like being alone, so she stopped by.

I picked up the remote, deciding the news was too boring and I wanted to watch something on Netflix.

"Fi, what's on your arm?" Ashley asked me.

I looked down, an evident handprint engraved into my skin. I pulled down my scrunched up sweatshirt sleeves, "Nothing."

"Fiona," Ashley started in a concerning tone, "You have bruises. What are they from?"

"I burned myself when I was straightening my hair."

"Let me see," Ash demanded.

I swallowed and slowly pulled up my sleeve, tears brimming in my eyes. Ashley's face softened and she looked up at me with concerned eyes

"That's a fucking handprint, Fi. Who did this?" She asked.

"Nolan," I choked out, a tear falling down my face. I quickly wiped it away and faced her.

"Did you hit you?"

"No," I said quickly, "He was frustrated because of his game and I stupidly kept poking at him and annoying him. He got mad and grabbed me. It didn't hurt very much, he was just angry."

I lied. It hurt a lot, but I know if I told Ash that she would freak out and attack Nolan. Knowing her, she'd probably stomp into the ice and punch him right then and there.

"That's not okay, Fiona. He shouldn't be hurting you, even if he's mad."

"No, it's my fault. I should have just left him alone like he asked. I just thought he might want someone to talk to. I put my hands on his chest and he grabbed them. I swear it didn't hurt."

"You wouldn't have bruises if it didn't hurt," Ashley said, pulling out her phone.

"You can't text Carter! This isn't a big deal, I don't want other people knowing about some stupid fight."

"Fine, but you need to talk to him about it. When was the last time you guys talked?" She asked.

"Last night. That's when it happened, when we got home from the game."

Ashley stayed around for a bit but then said she had to go grocery shopping, or whatever wives do. I just spent the day being a couch potato in my apartment, switching between Law and Order and Grey's Anatomy.

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After at least five hours of binging TV shows and eating chips, I got a call from Nolan.

"Hello?" I said in an unsure tone.

I heard a sniffle come through the speaker, "Can you come over?" Nolan said with a shaky voice.

"Of course I can. I'll be there in twenty minutes," I said, getting off the couch and putting my shoes on.

"Okay."

I called myself and Uber, locking my apartment and making my way to the elevator. I could drive, but parking at Nolan's can be a pain in the ass and I don't think my car has any gas in it.

The ride there was short. Fifteen minutes in Center City is about as short as it gets. I spared my time knocking and just opened the door after entering the code to get it unlocked.

Nolan wasn't on the couch when I walked in to I knew he would be up in his room.

"Nol?" I called, knocking on the door and opening it.

I was met with the sight of Nolan perched on the side of his bed, his head hanging low and his hands were covering his face.

I sat down next to him and rubbed my hand up and down his back, "Nolan, what's wrong?"

"Show me your arms."

I let out a sigh and slid on the sleeves of my sweatshirt. Nolan softly took my arms in his hands. I felt one of his tears drop onto my skin and he wiped it away with his thumb.

"Fuck," He whispered, "What the fuck did I do?"

"Nol, you were already mad and I just kept pestering you. I should have left you alone."

"No, Fiona. I shouldn't have put my hands on you like that," He said.

"It's okay, Nolan, really. We were both tired and I should have just gone home. Don't blame this on yourself."

"Fiona, how could I not blame myself for hurting you?"

"Because I know you didn't mean it. Look at you, you're a mess just because of a bruise. It's not a big deal, you didn't mean to hurt me." I comforted, running my fingers through his hair.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I know that. I love you too, so much," I responded, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips.

"If I'm ever mad like that again, you have my level-headed permission to sock me in the face." Nolan said and laughed. It was nice to hear him laugh again.

"I could never punch your adorable face."

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sorry this is short but i had a very busy weekend and i'm exhausted because i'm still sick tehehehe

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